The Doctor's Wife: A Novel
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Braddon Mary Elizabeth. The Doctor's Wife: A Novel
CHAPTER I. A YOUNG MAN FROM THE COUNTRY
CHAPTER II. A SENSATION AUTHOR
CHAPTER III. ISABEL
CHAPTER IV. THE END OF GEORGE GILBERT'S HOLIDAY
CHAPTER V. GEORGE AT HOME
CHAPTER VI. TOO MUCH ALONE
CHAPTER VII. ON THE BRIDGE
CHAPTER VIII. ABOUT POOR JOE TILLET'S YOUNG WIFE
CHAPTER IX. MISS SLEAFORD'S ENGAGEMENT
CHAPTER X. A BAD BEGINNING
CHAPTER XI "SHE ONLY SAID, 'MY LIFE IS WEARY!'"
CHAPTER XII. SOMETHING LIKE A BIRTHDAY
CHAPTER XIII "OH, MY COUSIN, SHALLOW-HEARTED!"
CHAPTER XIV. UNDER LORD THURSTON'S OAK
CHAPTER XV. ROLAND SAYS, "AMEN."
CHAPTER XVI. MR. LANSDELL RELATES AN ADVENTURE
CHAPTER XVII. THE FIRST WARNING
CHAPTER XVIII. THE SECOND WARNING
CHAPTER XIX. WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN!
CHAPTER XX "OCEANS SHOULD DIVIDE US."
CHAPTER XXI "ONCE MORE THE GATE BEHIND ME FALLS."
CHAPTER XXII "MY LOVE'S A NOBLE MADNESS."
CHAPTER XXIII. A LITTLE CLOUD
CHAPTER XXIV. LADY GWENDOLINE DOES HER DUTY
CHAPTER XXV "FOR LOVE HIMSELF TOOK PART AGAINST HIMSELF."
CHAPTER XXVI. A POPULAR PREACHER
CHAPTER XXVII "AND NOW I LIVE, AND NOW MY LIFE IS DONE!"
CHAPTER XXVIII. TRYING TO BE GOOD
CHAPTER XXIX. THE FIRST WHISPER OF THE STORM
CHAPTER XXX. THE BEGINNING OF A GREAT CHANGE
CHAPTER XXXI. FIFTY POUNDS
CHAPTER XXXII "I'LL NOT BELIEVE BUT DESDEMONA'S HONEST."
CHAPTER XXXIII. KEEPING A PROMISE
CHAPTER XXXIV. RETROSPECTIVE
CHAPTER XXXV "'TWERE BEST AT ONCE TO SINK TO PEACE."
CHAPTER XXXVI. BETWEEN TWO WORLDS
CHAPTER THE LAST "IF ANY CALM, A CALM DESPAIR."
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Mr. Sigismund Smith was a sensation author. That bitter term of reproach, "sensation," had not been invented for the terror of romancers in the fifty-second year of this present century; but the thing existed nevertheless in divers forms, and people wrote sensation novels as unconsciously as Monsieur Jourdain talked prose. Sigismund Smith was the author of about half-a-dozen highly-spiced fictions, which enjoyed an immense popularity amongst the classes who like their literature as they like their tobacco – very strong. Sigismund had never in his life presented himself before the public in a complete form; he appeared in weekly numbers at a penny, and was always so appearing; and except on one occasion when he found himself, very greasy and dog's-eared at the edges, and not exactly pleasant to the sense of smell, on the shelf of a humble librarian and newsvendor, who dealt in tobacco and sweetstuff as well as literature, Sigismund had never known what it was to be bound. He was well paid for his work, and he was contented. He had his ambition, which was to write a great novel; and the archetype of this magnum opus was the dream which he carried about with him wherever he went, and fondly nursed by night and day. In the meantime he wrote for his public, which was a public that bought its literature in the same manner as its pudding – in penny slices.
There was very little to look at in the court below the window; so George Gilbert fell to watching his friend, whose rapid pen scratched along the paper in a breathless way, which indicated a dashing and Dumas-like style of literature, rather than the polished composition of a Johnson or an Addison. Sigismund only drew breath once, and then he paused to make frantic gashes at his shirt-collar with an inky bone paper-knife that lay upon the table.
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"Is your father at home?" Sigismund asked.
"No, he isn't, Clever; you might have known that without asking. Whenever is he at home at this time of day?"
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